Game Over - Jacky Vincent

12

I left the bus and walked down the street. The show wasn't for another few hours, so I went to go for a walk. Halfway down the block, I heard someone running up behind me. I turned around and saw Andy.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"Walking. Why did you follow me?" I laughed.

"Ronnie told me to go follow you because 'there's creeps here in Philly'," he quoted Ronnie. I shook my head and smiled.

"So," Andy started, "how did you come to be with Radke?"

"Long or short version?"

He looked at his watch, but then said, "screw what time it is, I'd spend all day with you. So long version." He smiled when I blushed. "You're cute when you blush," he tried turning my head towards him, but I smacked his hand away, laughing. 

"So the story," I said quickly, "I was in a foster home, and that day I had an audition for a school I wanted to get into. When I walked out of the foster home, I ran straight into Ronnie. He really didn't say anything, but after the audition, I got back and he was talking to the owner of the home. Next thing you know, I'm here."

"I'm glad he did. But, if you don't mind me asking, why were you in a fos-"

"There she is!" A loud voice cut Andy off. We both turned and saw someone I was totally not expecting. My dad.

I started backing away when he stepped closer. My hands started shaking, and I began to feel nauseous.

"I thought you were in jail," I said quietly.

"And I thought you were in that fucking foster home. But I guess we both got out," he laughed. My dad tried to step closer to me, but Andy interjected. My dad raised his fist, but slowly lowered it when he noticed Andy. This can't be good. Whenever he didn't physically abuse, he threw insults at me left and right.

"Who's this? Are you a prostitute or something now? I always knew you were a whore," my dad cackled. When I stepped forward, he raised his fist again, but Andy caught it before it could hit me.

"Fuck off," Andy said, taking my hand and pulling me away.

"I'm not done with you Logan!" He yelled after us. Andy and I walked silently for a while. When we reached the buses, he stopped.

"Who was that?" He asked.

"My dad," I sighed.

"And you let him treat you like that?"

"And my mom. And ex boyfriend." I said, entirely emotionless. My eyes flicked down to my wrist, Andy followed my gaze. I heard him sigh.

"How could you put up with that? Why did you do that to yourself?"

"Andy... I can't talk about this. It's been discussed more than it should have been. I'm sorry," I ran my hand through my messy hair. Andy stopped walking and grabbed my wrist.

"I know I just met you, and I don't care what anyone says, but I'm going to be completely honest right now. You're the most beautiful and amazing girl I've ever met. And I think... I think I'm going to do whatever I can to make you mine," he said the last part to himself. Andy surveyed our current surroundings, turned back to me and smiled. He brought his head down to mine and kissed me.

Yet, the kiss ended as quickly as it started. He backed away, but just slightly. Andy ran his thumb over my cheek and whispered, "I'll be in my bus after the show tonight, if you want to come over." He took a step back now and smirked. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks again, so I turned away. "You're still cute when you blush," Andy smiled and walked away.

------

OH YIKES